it’s too late now to think of what you could have been,
she said as she braved the cooling air,
and though you’ll try, you’ll never escape that feeling,
there’s a place you’d rather be, but you’re not there.

she said:
seasons change, as well as youthful minds,
just how long do you think you can cling to these vines?

her name was Summer.
and I said “you’re asking questions
you know well there’s no answers to,
the kind that get answered for you.”

countdown to a meltdown, might as well run for your life.
for it’s depleting and receding like the early morning tide.
well I just smile, I got time.

her name was Summer, and she changed just like the season,
and she left without a reason, and she was gone.
but then came Autumn, but her beauty was deceiving,
amidst the colors it was freezing and she died.
and she died.